Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
ABBA,
MDC,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.